Ouyang Yan pulled out a gun, aiming to shoot at Lu Qing. He rolled across the ground, instantly dodging out of the line of fire!
But Lu Qing's men had already hit Ouyang Yan!
A bullet struck the left side of his chest!
In less than a minute, the smoke cleared, and all that remained were corpses. Ouyang Yan glared at him, blood seeping from his chest—right through the heart. There was no saving him.
The gun in Ouyang Yan's hand had already fallen to the ground. Struggling in his final moments, he stared at him, his face ashen.
Lu Qing walked towards him slowly and said flatly:
"I gave you a chance."
He struggled to say, "I haven't lost. I haven't lost yet."
"You're dying. You've already lost."
Ouyang Yan suddenly let out a laugh: "No, I haven't. I have a secret to tell you— the Ouyang Family won't let this slide."
"Haven't you already severed ties with the Ouyang Family?"
"You'll run into someone familiar someday. This war—I won't be the one to lose!"
